MOLON LABE
MOLON LABE
By Arley Steinhour 081316
Thanks, there, little sister of mine,
What you said you said just fine,
What I add I pray is in kind,
If not, then I pray, you don't Mind:
Absolutely!!!, From the Land of the 'Free,'
They want to sock it to, you and me,
With every ounce of, Hatred, for our Family,
They'll set this land on fire, for the world to see.
Watch out, I warn you, Enemy of this Land of the Free,
Don't cross the Borders of the Land of this man called me,
We tolerate much, but you don't want to see,
Our reaction to Jihad, representative of 'Thee.'
You may think we're easy, but, you will find,
A Rifle behind each blade of grass, beats anything, in kind,
'We the People,' though docile and kind,
Know how to protect from Intruders, we find.
Come, shooting, if you must, Your prophet has said,
Many of you will surely, wind up, quite dead,
You may take our mortal life, in the name of Jihad,
That without saying, our God is still 'Echad.'
He may just condemn us for taking up sword,
But, not so Long, as we're wielding His Word.
So, 'Molon Labe', Bring on your Sway,
That worms might just eat you, on a future Day.
AMEN
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